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If her brown skin got any darker, Dane might lose her at night.
Then again…naked hide-and-seek had a certain appeal.
    Sure Dane’s olive complexion meant he would always lose, if
bedroom games had losers. Another option for that night had presented itself.
Again, dependent on whether Dane had the energy for it.
    She unlocked and opened the front door. “Ring the bell when
you finish.”
    “You know I will.”
    After tossing a wave over her shoulder, she closed the door
and headed to the master bathroom. She entered the bedroom and turned right
back around when she remembered the water bottles she’d wanted to give Jaime.
    She went to the kitchen, grabbed four and then carried them
to the front door. Jaime paused, though he didn’t shut off the mower this time,
when she stepped out onto the front porch. She shook one bottle at him and set
the rest on the railing. Jaime gave her a thumbs-up and resumed mowing.
    He urged the mower into a turn and started pushing it toward
the street. Naomie was about to go back into the house when the swaying chain
attached to his belt loop caught her attention. The other end of the chain was
probably attached to a wallet or something. But that wasn’t what interested
her.
    Every step Jaime took made the chain slap against his ass—an
ass that was hard and round and framed nicely in his loose cargo jeans.
Naomie’s fingers twitched with the need to grab a handful and see how firm his
ass really was. She loved men with a bubble butt. It made for a great handhold
while they moved between her legs. Dane had the perfect ass against which
Naomie judged all other men. And suddenly she was in the mood to see how
Jaime’s compared.
    A slow, hungry smile curved her lips as she took in the rest
of him—tall and lean with a narrow waist and tight arms. One time, a few weeks
ago, she had caught him lifting his shirt to wipe sweat off his brow and had
been treated to a view of his subtle six-pack. Not well defined but there—a
worker’s body. The sight hadn’t done much for her then but she hadn’t been
horny at the time.
    Naomie retreated into the house. She strummed the fingers of
her left hand over her nipple ring through her sports bra as she tried to
figure out a way to entice Jaime into giving her what Dane hadn’t. The motion
was part stimulation and part habit. Naomie fondled her nipple ring when she
was thinking the same way some people chewed the tips of pens or tapped their
fingernails on tabletops.
    Jaime had to talk to her when he finished. That would be the
perfect time to see if he was interested in doing more than talking. She also
had a white lace top that accented her dark nipples and would go nicely with
her cutoff jean booty shorts—the kind that showed the swell of her ass cheeks
and her pussy lips if she bent over. She liked to wear them with the zipper
open so it showed off her thong, which would match the white lace top. All
together the perfect recipe for temptation that would make any man hard…and
had.
    Her shower was utilitarian and short. She would be taking
another afterward anyway. By the time she dressed and returned to the living room,
Jaime had started edging. He still had the backyard to do before Naomie could
get her hands on him. She spent the time watching him, something she hadn’t
done until now and regretted.
    Lawn maintenance was dirty, sweaty work. Jaime had drunk
three of the four bottles of water she’d given him. She would have to set out
more. His bandana was soaked and he had a smudge of dirt across his neck from
when he’d brushed away some grass that got stuck there.
    Funny how anything could be sexy when the woman watching
wanted the man enough. And she did want him. Her juices soaking through the
crotch of her jean shorts was proof. She leaned against the kitchen island—the
house midpoint that afforded her a view of the front and back yards without
having to move except to turn around.
    She reached under her top so she could play with